Yesterday when Lisa Costello took me in for my Neulasta shot, the nurse quizzed me about when we had disconnected the pump on Sunday. Apparently if I get the shot less than 24 hours after the pump runs out, this compromises the therapeutic value. Insurance will not cover the payment, and I get billed $5,000. Wowzers. Especially since I'm not the one who schedules the shot.
GI restarts suck no matter when they come
This time, the GI restart happened the same day I came off the pump. Which is very weird. I am in a lot of discomfort, but no less than I'd be waiting two or three days for restart. I think the immediate issue is that I didn't get a day or two of rest. Not how I've ever thought of severe constipation before: as a rest day. As I said yesterday, some folks would complain if you hanged them with a new rope.
In which I am very ashamed of myself
Yesterday in the waiting area of the oncology clinic, there were several people who were medically compromised, socially intrusive and apparently unselfaware. As chemo deepens, this is what I turn into. (C.f. my recent comments about being "the other weirdo" in my therapist's waiting room. [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ]) Realizing I am on my way once again to becoming that person makes me angry and ashamed, which is an ego problem of mine, and a very unfair judgment on my fellow patients. I am not proud of myself for those resentful thoughts — I don't want to be like him — but they are real, and I am responsible for what I think and feel. Another erosion of my character in the face of cancer stress.